Off to the theatre tomorrow to watch Waiting For Godot, and I am entirely stoked up about it. (Hoping for Irish accents from Vladimir & Estragon because that's how I always hear them in my head.) What is it about staring into the abyss that makes for a great night out?
Must be a nightmare to remember your lines, for Didi & Gogo at least. Lucky if you're Lucky that you get the big speech over with in Act 1. After that it's just a matter of putting up with all the physical abuse.
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